Pete’s bum was on fire. The pain was excruciating. Five more times the cane came down. Tears ran down Pete’s face, and he whimpered in agony.But n...w it was over. A series of red stripes where the cane had landed were visible over his bum. Some showed signs of blood. Mistress Abigail surveyed the damage, took a tube of soothing lotion from her handbag and proceeded to massage it into Pete’s cheeks.'This will heal the wounds, Petra. It’s a special formulation that will start to work almost. She at first hesitated but when I opened m T-shirt I was bare chested. She started roaming her hands all over my chest and was slowly moving towards the lower half of my body. After a couple of minute her hands were on my bulge over my shorts and underwear. In the mean time I was moving my hands from her shoulder towards her breasts. She Started pulling my shorts down along with my underwear and as she was moving it down her mouth touched my bulge, which was standing like an iron rod. She stood. I rammed my cock into Peggy forcing her face into Pat's crotch while I drove my dick deep into my wife and slipped another finger into her tight pulsing asshole. Pat licked Peggy's clit as I pounded Peggy's tight pussy filling her hot cunt and stretching her pleasure racked vagina as I forced my big cock balls deep into her hot cunt. Peggy began to climax and took Pat with her both, women having a hot climax as their pussies and assholes were being probed deeply. Peggy's talented pussy clamped. And, as always, we need closure— not some kind of Albert Camus ending—real closure. Any questions? Great! I’ll see you all on Monday.’ Maggie Stevens was not one to hang around after class chatting with students who were all too often simply trying to gain brownie points. The majority of the students in any graduate class would never succeed as writers, they lacked the passion, the discipline and the basic ability to tell an interesting story. The percentage in this class was always a bit.